I want to forget those memories.
Memories that was once a melody.
Now, it's just pain and melancholy.
I still wish to forget those memories.

I want to rewind and go back in time.
The feelings that grew.
Those peaceful chimes.
It's all gone like away birds flew.

I want to feel again.
Hearts bled and became numb.
Feelings can't be bargained.
That's the rule of thumb.

I want us to come back.
The future saw what lacks.
The past is contained and packed.
Yet the present still can't bring us back.

Broken into a million pieces,
living in this fear to break into a million more,
Making sure to tread with caution,
making sure I don't scream when I step on the thorns,
making sure I couldn't recall the last time I felt pain and mourned.
But someone felt my void inside,
Someone taught me there are no mistakes that cannot be healed
She taught me “healing exists to connect and not to perfect beings”.

I have found someone that makes me adore these fragments in me.
She is an alchemist working with gold,
healing those imperfections,
not hiding them in deep,
shaping them with trust,
molding them to fit back in,
trying to restore me with her palms,
blessing her magic on me
with that sacred art of Kintsugi.

Now the healed scars are in the shape of roses and daffodils,
now the vulnerabilities look gorgeous in me.
Her love is bridging my broken pieces,
now those lost and empty pieces are looking vivid.
Kissing those palms which made me believe,
breathing under her serenity,
now I felt peace in my reality.

Every imperfection seems unique to me.
Fragility, strength, and beauty,
now seem almost synonymous to one another.
To the one who rooted this resilience in me,
you mean the world to me.

Sometimes I hate myself so much.
And in these times,
I learn to love pieces of myself.
Like the soft curve of my jaw
Or the glimmer of my tired green eyes.
I grew from hating the ways my ribs showed through my pale skin
To loving the way my belly feels after a filling meal.
I grew from loathing the way the darkness under my eyes illuminated my chronic fatigue
To loving the softness of my eyelashes brushing my eye bags as I take a moments rest.
I grew from beating myself up for not being able to get exercise
To taking walks under the suns forgiving rays.
So, while I may hate portions of myself
I also can find moments to reframe my thoughts
Into the forgiveness I am seeking from the dark recesses of my mind.
While some days I hate her,
Other days I think of her as an old friend
And for now,
That is good enough.

Here, in the dark
Eyes burning bright
Campfire's warmth
Crackling and sparks
Marshmallow's burnt -
But just a bit
Here, we sit
And nothing's amiss
And no one's alone
And no one's alone
So deep in my bones
Our summer and kiss...

I watched them from afar, as they laughed and played. Two pieces of innocence, that were soon to fade.

Cause each day they're getting older, now their smiles don't seem the same. They write their feelings in a folder, cuddling they pillows tightly, as they whisper the other's name.

The boy says: "I wish that I could hold you, just like when we used to play. I feel that I love you, but fear that you might not feel the same. So I'll hug my pillow tight, and these tears... will get me through the night. Tomorrow, I will get to see you smile, and I'll be alright."

The girl peeps through her bedroom window, though she can't see the boy. 'Maybe he's asleep, it was a long day after all.' Now she hugs a handmade doll, and whispers words she hopes it can't repeat:

"He looks so cute, when he takes a nap; though I can't remember, the last day his head rested in my lap. Doesn't he love me? Am I really just a friend? These feelings that I have, how can I ever tell him them? I miss the way he held me, all back then; like I was more than a friend. All of these kisses that I give you, are really meant for him."

She sighs and looks up at sky. "Why must boys become men? And why do I want that man, to be more than just my friend?... To be my lover in the end."

Cinderella walked on glass
for a man who didn't know her name

Sleeping Beauty married
the first man she met

Ariel gave up everything
for the boy brown eyed Prince

They knew nothing
know nothing
of the men they marry

Ariel never spoke a word to the Prince
But she married him
And never saw her home or family again

Sleeping Beauty had never known men
But one kiss and she marries
How does she know that Phillip is the one

Cinderella was a slave that had never known kindness
One romantic night off and she's in love
They never said a word

How do you know
When your in love

How do you know
When someone loves you

Is it a spark in their eye
Or a tingle when you kiss

Or is there no tell
Is it all make believe
Stories we tell children
To make ourselves feel better about life
And love

Walked out of a door.      

Onto a tightrope

What does risk feel like?

Carving you out of cut outs
Identifying the body

Adrenaline lining my veins
Above board
See the planets fade
In and out
Of their eclipse

We must breathe for life
Living air
Has no replacement
For it cares too much